Is it just me
I'm tired. I get up clean work, eat sleep and repeat the whole thing again. Is this how my life is supposed to be? But I don't know what to do in my life. I don't know my purpose. Is it my purpose to be a living zombie? Is it my purpose to have a rich lonely life? It is my purpose to live in poverty forever? It is my purpose to be sacrificed for someone's blessing? Is it my purpose to pick up a burden that I didn't create?
I don't know my purpose. Should I be ashamed of the fact I don't know who I want to be? Every day I try my best to please and not get shouted at. I try but it never satisfies them. I really want to make them proud. But it's hard to come out of the shell that I want to stay in. I was never good at talking to people. But still, I try. But I lose the fight in me to push forward. I'm just a shell. Half of me. They say I'm brave and strong but I see is nothing but a coward who is afraid to leave. They say what doesn't kill you makes you stronger but all I see is it's making me tired and bitter. But one thing for sure is that I won't let go. The only way I do let go is that the string snapped. So that way I feel better to say I try. Because of that all I can do is try.
